Anger at being disturbed when I wanted a few more minutes of sleep. Anger at the wind for blowing dust into my eyes. Anger at the lessons I could never seem to understand, and above all, anger at myself for being so unworthy of everything I had been blessed with in my life. Ayasha, Mother of our ...
It was blistering. It led me to believe that his tongue was poisonous, or at least corrosive. I felt Leo's fingers shaking as he muttered words to stop the scabbing. It made me realize just how big of a blunder I'd made; magic was only to be used in special circumstances. The saliva of Lord Koron...